Where secrets lie 
In the board of vines and the hummin' wise 
Hey man 
You know you're never coming back 

Cross the square cross the bridge 
Cross the mills cross the stack 
On the gatherin' storm comes a tall handsome man 
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand 

Wrap you in his arms tell you 
That you've been a good boy 
He'll rekindle all the dreams 
It took you a lifetime to destroy 

He'll reach deep into the hole 
Heal your shrinking soul 
But there won't be a single thing 
That you can do 

He's a god 
He's a man 
He's a ghost 
He's a guru 

They're a-whisperin' his name 
Through this disappearing land 
But hidden in his coat 
Is a red right hand 

You don't have no money 
He'll get you some 
You don't have no car 
He'll get you one 

You don't have no self-respect 
You feel like an insect 
Well don't you worry buddy 
'Cause here he comes 

Through the gates 
Through the barrio 
Through the slums 
His shadow is cast wherever he stands 
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand 

You'll see him in your nightmares 
You'll see him in your dreams 
He'll appear out of nowhere 
But he ain't what he seems 

You'll see him in your head 
On your TV screen 
Hey buddy I'm warning you 
To turn it up 

He's a ghost 
He's a god 
He's a man 
He's a guru 

You're one microscopic cog 
In his catastrophic plan 
Designed and directed 
By his red right hand